Nine Eleven

7 Deadly Sins

The High Alone from Broken and Reset: Selected Poems 1966-2006

Beethoven grass
teasing and rolling
through the high alone,
surrounding us
with inner spaces
as far as we can breathe, intimate
as not being seen, as soul mates
conversing over supper,
rising and falling with each other, fitting perfectly
as geology and weather,
as bone and the chemistry of ideas.
Politics is seen for what it is
– death house green
gas storage tanks and pipelines,
fiscal zits defined benign
by those making money
for themselves
from what belongs to all of us,
wanting to steal that future
rising in us
as our whole true being with each other
under the sky. Among the notes
swelling across the plains,
money is just
ticks and lice in the beautiful
fur of the music
bounding over the hills.